January. Uncertainty was dust in my eyes. I’m sitting in a bus, heading NorthWest, headed towards 3 weeks of torture. My spirit is caged, mornings are dark, nights are cold and…
Day 8: Farida
I wrote a resolution. I screamed “Happy new year!” at 12:01am. I was at church. I prayed. I danced and sang praises with others. I smiled. I laughed. But down in my…